Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... Muse Song 230 231 232 ..... 235 236 237 239 The Drum Ode .. 240 241 Roundelay Ode to Indifference The Sigh .... Careless Content 242 243 245 246 The Blind Man's Consolation .... 249 Epigram 249 On the Deity 250 Ballad .... • 251 252 ...
... Muse Song 230 231 232 ..... 235 236 237 239 The Drum Ode .. 240 241 Roundelay Ode to Indifference The Sigh .... Careless Content 242 243 245 246 The Blind Man's Consolation .... 249 Epigram 249 On the Deity 250 Ballad .... • 251 252 ...
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... . " Thou prudent still to virtue's lore , Attend and mark her counsel's sage ! She , like thy flow'r has sweets in store , To soothe the ev'ning of thine age . " He ceas'd - attend the moral strain The muse enlighten'd B 2 3.
... . " Thou prudent still to virtue's lore , Attend and mark her counsel's sage ! She , like thy flow'r has sweets in store , To soothe the ev'ning of thine age . " He ceas'd - attend the moral strain The muse enlighten'd B 2 3.
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He ceas'd - attend the moral strain The muse enlighten'd pours ; Nor let her pencil trace in vain , The judgment of the flow'rs . Wynne . WRITTEN VERSES BY DR . BERNARD WILSON , In answer to a scurilous Paper . WHOE'ER thou art that ...
He ceas'd - attend the moral strain The muse enlighten'd pours ; Nor let her pencil trace in vain , The judgment of the flow'rs . Wynne . WRITTEN VERSES BY DR . BERNARD WILSON , In answer to a scurilous Paper . WHOE'ER thou art that ...
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... muse that wak'd my lyre , Sees the breath she tun'd expire ; When the groves that wont to wave O'er my slumbers , shade my grave ; Where I once enjoy'd the day , Farewell fields of Fontenay ! Anonymous . DAMON AND SILVIA . - SAYS Damon ...
... muse that wak'd my lyre , Sees the breath she tun'd expire ; When the groves that wont to wave O'er my slumbers , shade my grave ; Where I once enjoy'd the day , Farewell fields of Fontenay ! Anonymous . DAMON AND SILVIA . - SAYS Damon ...
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... muses bestow , Till the sun - shine that gilds you shall brighten my mind , And my fancy forget that my heart has a woe ! So free may you flourish , fair scenes as ye rise , So still be your charms by simplicity grac'd , In native ...
... muses bestow , Till the sun - shine that gilds you shall brighten my mind , And my fancy forget that my heart has a woe ! So free may you flourish , fair scenes as ye rise , So still be your charms by simplicity grac'd , In native ...
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adieu beauty beneath bless blest bliss to thee bloom bosom breast breath bright Charlotte Smith charms charms beneath cheek dear death delight despair e'er ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fate fear flow'r fond fondly friges gale gentle glowing grace grief grove happy hear heart heaven hope hour kiss kiss the sky lips lonely lov'd Love wave lute maid mighty fell mind morning beams mourn muse native ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale passion peace pensive Pindar pity pleasure pleasure's pow'r R. B. SHERIDAN rapture reign rill rose ROSLINE CASTLE scene scorn shade shou'd sigh sleep smile soft song SONNET sooth sorrow soul strain stream swain sweet swell tear tell tender thine thou thought thro trembling vale vermil VERSES vex'd virtue voice vows wander wave Whilst wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind yonder youth
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Side 253 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. ' A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Side 97 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Side 93 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ; This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Side 392 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Side 254 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
Side 259 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Side 93 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Side 297 - Let wind and weather do its worst, Be you to us but kind, Let Dutchmen vapour, Spaniards curse, No sorrow we shall find : ' Tis then no matter how things go. Or who's our friend or who's our foe.
Side 338 - No, Sir ; there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.
Side 98 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store; They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live. I laugh not at another's loss, I grudge not at another's gain...